Chapter 87 The Partying Storm

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The forest was alive with sound — engines growling in the distance, drone rotors slicing through the cold night air like mechanical wasps. The faint red beams of scanners flickered across the tree line, sweeping for heat signatures. Every time the light passed too close, Isabella’s heart stopped.

Dante moved ahead...

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